Various short stories

"Terribly sorry. I said "I wasn't expecting you to stop - yet again. At this her head snapped round like some mechanical contraption on a stick and she turned to glare at me. Her hair was dyed black, and very badly at that - I could see the grey roots ' and her skin was sallow, pale and white. She was obviously a heavy smoker as she wore a matt magenta lipstick, that already at this early juncture of the day was beginning to seep into the cracks around her lips and mouth. That said it was difficult to guess her age; she had a child-like aspect to her face but could have been any age from forty to late sixties. She fixed me with beady little bloodshot eyes and spoke, or rather hissed, in a haughty, clipped voice: "Well watch where you're going in future! My little kick had done the trick though, for she let me pass and I continued on my way.